Why had he hesitated before?
She was his woman… his Annabelle, after all.
So why couldn't he bring himself to fuck her without restraint?
As he raised his head slightly and looked at her… at those eyes gleaming darkly, lost in pleasure, filled with an affection so intense he could barely comprehend it, Christian felt his earlier doubts melt away.
He had once believed something was off in her behavior. And so, he had waited, thinking she needed time to sort things out herself.
But that had been wrong.
If she couldn't sort them out on her own…
He could do it for her.
Intimately.
He just needed to fuck her… literally, not figuratively.
Something they would both enjoy… something that would erase everything else.
With that decision made, his thoughts fading away, and with his sister already sending him wordless signals through her eyes, it was time for action.
